Enigma Who are you? I still have no clue. Together for five years, I should know you by now but you’re my enigma.     (A shadorma consists of six lines with the syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5 respectively for each line.)

My father preferred a crunchwrap double-shelled taco or a Mexican pizza to whatever my mother had left for us in the crock pot. On the nights he didn’t eat, there was no question of where he’d been. It was the dietary equivalent of cheating, the…

Warm, clouded windows On wooden shacks Arranged like a misassembled puzzle Beckon me inside. I must cross the lake between us, One stroke at a time. Each stroke tears like a whiplash into my frosted skin But suffering alone is not an option When it…

Walking down the street Left and right is only field Corn is growing there Houses are away Stop and listen close Can you hear the wind? Softly blowing through the trees Gently touching skin Walk, then stop and listen Can you hear the birds? Tweeting…

If you love them as they are leave them alone Don’t pull them from the earth When you do, they die   Don’t place them in vases let them exist in soil let them breathe in life let them live in light not in water…

I know it sounds crazy But dreams do come true When you wish upon a star Your heart’s desire begins You set it free Watch as it takes flight inside you Every day with a goal of joy You cannot bring me down You do…

So many years had gone by It didn’t feel like you’d missed any moments away We talked You encouraged me And when it was time for goodbyes Arms extended to embrace you in a hug Grabbed nothing but missed air An alarm sounded and you…

Undress me Slowly With those amber eyes As the hours slip away like my clothes on the bedroom floor take your time on my curves get lost on them a road map with no destination

The tension recedes as I lift away. Nothing binds these snowy wings. I sail high as the eye can see. A speck of dust, brilliant in the sunlight. A crystal fracturing into color. Three times I circle your face, before I vanish. At last free.

I have five minutes to live, what’s going to happen in 5 minutes? The flight is going to run out of fuel the plane is struggling to find landing we are surrounded by water on all sides  in a war torn region. Missiles fly,  Bombs…